Adorn’d with softness, and disarm’d of awe!
Never did’st thou appear more fair! more bright!
Than on that Dear, that Cause-remembred Night!
When the dull Tyes of Friendship he disclaim’d,
And to Inspire a tend’rer Passion aim’d:
Alas! he cou’d not long, in vain, implore
For that, which tho’ unknown, was his before;
Nor had I Art the Secret to Disguise,
My Soul spoke all her Meaning thro’ my Eyes,
And every Glance bright’ned with glad Surprize!